Short Tallied Poems

With light of sense we see inside and outside of thoughts
                          differs from the light of eyes see outside only
                                     when tallied gets the proof...

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When all the smoke has cleared on battles either lost or won,

the downed and damned and damaged tallied in the aftermath,

as ever, Guilt turns to Remorse when all is said and done

and leaves Regret to walk alone down consequences path.


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July 2015...

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After the flood
We tallied the living,
Scurried under the Earth,
And invented new prayers.

There was a hungry need 
For sentiments under the sediment.
We pushed like rainbows against the dirt.
Our new songs would take 
10, 20, 30 years to bloom
Upward and outward.
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For what if one had life to live once more;  
Would one live differently as before?  

Would there yet be the thought of greater cause;  
Blessings tallied, giving prayers because?  

Hearts blue, skies grey, souls dimmed, pouring showers;  
Beauty exists though one sees not flowers!...

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I've tallied my poems up 
and this be milestone of poem number fifty.
So this triolet is a small victory dance
I've tallied my poems up
the love of poetry is a small romance.
My goal is 100 poems, then a published book.
I've tallied my poems up
and this be milestone of poem number fifty....

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Everyone wonders what is life all about
Well, it's a test will you pass it or not?
Every small action is tallied up in a Book of Hours
Will the total get you to hell's door or one of heaven's bowers
If one wonders what their final sum count might be
Looking  back on their lives and it will be plain to see...

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My sixty-seventh March 13

Hoarse, the lion roar is fading;
the lamb sneaks up again.

Hot, another birthright tallied;
the candles are so dense.

Black, the coated wicks will smolder;
they huddle upon cake.

come to me, whom I’ve remembered;
come to me for whom I’ve ached.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March  2012...

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Listen to poem:

Moon & Sun
David J Walker

Sleepless 
nameless
The strangeness of life

Seamless 
Dauntless 

A man
	A wife
And a child named 

For the course of time
	Yet to come

In the tallied sum
of giving
	of taking
Of rethinking
	Of remaking 

The meaning of 
Outcome 

One child born to
Become
The moon 
The other 
	The sun...

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In 1790, the first U. S. Census
counted four million heads.

An inaccurate number,
wholly deceptive.

Women were rarely named
except those widowed.

"Free White Males" were tallied
weighing the draft.

A slave numbered 3/5 of a person.
American Indians didn’t make the count.

Fast forward 220 years: 
2010 Census

Nose count, 310 million.
Absolutely everyone 
made the list.

© cfa 8/2/2012....

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He's our savior
a man of utmost principals

He stands up against the deep state
and speaks his mind concisely

But he has faltered
and hoarded sensitive information

Now silver bars may bind his home
for several years to come

What can we do to help
how can we save the man we love

There may be no protection against his crimes
he tallied them up so much

All we can do is watch
Watch as a giant falls...

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Stay forever old, with all due respect. 
You're tallied up years, like trophies, collect. 

Stay forever aged as the sharpest cheese.
Give samples of wisdom and expertise. 

Stay forever known with greatest revere, 
like your hometown's very first pioneer. 

Stay forever classic as Model T. 
Polish and showcase your timeless beauty. 

Stay forever platinum, highlights galore. 
Have a happy birthday and many more!...

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soft-spoken & fair woman 
with much assurance to every child
her fair heart tallied with her colour
for hers was a fair pigmented skin
generous & kind to a fault
a face with ever-beaming smile
she lived one angel on this horizon
mother badaiki, loved by all
hers was a love-bound heart
when was she angry? when frowning? 
’tis the hardest to say she lived for us
mother badaiki, loved by all -
& death cannot kill you, dear mother!...

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I fight a war
Not for nation 
Or of people

No blood is spilt
No deaths are tallied
Yet I fight on

No spoil do I gain
A battle that none can win
Yet filled with the greatest pain

Millions will die for me
Many more shall bear the sorrow
Yet all will see the emptiness in me

Yes I fight a battle 
That all have joined in
The greatest battle of all 

No weapons are used
Yet you shall lose
The war against time...

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To measure up the moments
How measureless they be
‘Til toil consumes and life concludes
We notice – suddenly
That ‘twas not so immeasurable
Nor not so ponderous
But with a token patience
We could have counted all

And whether life had beckoned
And sped a firmer hand
Or whether it ease gradually
A snail upon the sand
So much had thus been granted
And yet so little still
That had we truly tallied
We'd perish – unfulfilled...

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They
             sat on the
          back porch, in
      crates, destined for
    market.  Grandmother
  carefully hand-washed &
 dried each egg.  When she
had  tallied  several  dozen,  
they were taken to the store 
in  town, which also passed 
as gas station & post office.
 For her, it was a bit more
   than a  trip to sell eggs;
    it was a time to visit,
      gossip & perhaps 
         choose a new
              broom....

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No book of rules guidelines incomplete
Love tastes bitter and yet so sweet
Tender strong caressing and kind
Love them and leave them far behind
Emotions devotions words from the heart
Symbols of love always the start
But tears and promises accrue in a mass
Broken and tallied the list grows so vast
Haters they hate lovers they love
Beaters they beat barehanded or gloved
Broken bones heal broken hearts grow
Scars will remain above and below...

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I’m trying to be positive
But deep inside my gut
A chorus filled with “not again!”
Is there to undercut.

I check the undecideds
As the numbers fluctuate
And know there’s nothing we can do
Except to sit and wait.

The country’s riven clean in half,
The red states and the blue.
We aren’t the United States,
For unity’s taboo.

We’re holding our collective breath
And clinging to our hope
That when the votes are tallied up,
The losing half can cope....

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As summer’s hope dreamt it had caught him,
days tallied boardwalk planks one by one.
Candles became golden skies burned dim
beyond evening’s watery sun.

How I tried to help you with my friend,
but she had built a sandcastle there.
Only time and advice left to lend
on a beach came that one morning’s glare.

Another wound to scar that bled youth,
ran over before it had begun.
By the grains of chance and a tanned truth,
tides washed another watery sun.


11.25.15...

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Who Won (rigged) Maine?
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd

Saturday Maine voters took a poll
Romney won, but Paul camp claims he stole
One Paul leaning caucus, cancelled for snow
Helping Romney move on with MoJo.

When final votes tallied, Paul may win
But by then there’s no victory to spin
The liberty cause is disappointed 
Romney hopes he appears anointed.

But the real story is Santorum
Who did not compete in this forum
Who without even spending a cent
Of the raw vote got eighteen percent....

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Her return
Written: by Tom Wright

She was like "Ghost Smoke"
emerging from ashes past;

Today's inner likeness,
now sequestered,
from days remembered;

Absented days,
I tallied as grains of sand,
and earlier thoughts of her,
though too few to catalog,
I occasionally recall;

In my eyes,
her new inner beauty makes liars,
of those who proclaim that
"Beauty is only skin deep"

For God,
has shined His light into her heart,
and she is changed.

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